Smells of Gay Army Sex 1

Lance Corporal Rollins stood side by side at the empty urinal in the Rec Room toilets, he held his dick between two fingers and leaned back like he was gonna piss again. I wanted badly to touch it but I had to play it careful - he's considered a mad bastard by just about everyone in the unit so I figured this could be some kind of bullshit game. He flicked the last couple of drops of piss from his dick and I could see it was growing.

"Just a coupla drops. Now go on touch it. You wanna Lutz I know it"

I began to protest but before I got more than two words out Rollins got this flash of anger in his face and reached up real quick and grabbed my arm. I could smell the guiness on his breath as he leaned in close to my ear.

His urgent whisper trailed off and the grip on my arm loosened. His alcohol face kind of slackened into what he thought was a friendly expression.

"Lutz, it's OK. You n' me we got alot in common. More than I let on out there" With a jerk of his head he indicated the other two of three blokes out in the Rec Room.

I took my eyes off the flaked paint of the toilet wall and looked down at his crotch. He wasn't bullshitting. Jutting out from his combat trousers was his now almost fully hard circumcised cock. I reached over and gripped the shaft, it was soft with that great underlying hardness of a guys erection.

Rollins head dropped back and with a low groan his hand let go completely of my arm. It was true, get us by the dick and you got us, I slowly squeezed his erection and watched the look of pleasure on his face. A surge of power went through me, ignoring our army rank I was now above him. Just for this moment, he was some grunt private and I was the fuckin' lance corporal.

"Whoa yeah, Lutz you done this before havencha'? An' not just with your own either. You know cock doncha' mate."

"Yeah Corporal Rollins I know it" I tried to keep that feeling of strength but it wavered. I knew my own cock, I knew it too damn well for my liking. But other cocks? I'm 22 and aside from two swapping blow job sessions in college, and being finger fucked by myself an' some ol' queen in a public toilet at a train station I'd spent most of the time taking care of myself. And as for the army - after dropping out of college and joining up six months ago I'd been too damn nervous to even jerk off most of the time. So that first time I saw 27 year old Corporal Rollins walking around the block showers in his army issue green briefs I was fuckin' ready to explode. And I guess all along it was obvious, obvious to Rollins anyway.

"Lets have a look at yours"

Undoing the front of my fatigues I reached in and pulled at my heavily aroused cut cock.

"Oh yeah, not ere' though. I got the keys to the Store we'll go there. C'mon"

"I gotta piss"

"OK, you piss n' I'll meet ya' there in 15 minutes. Best we leave seperate anyhow"

Tucking his still hard cock back into his trousers he made for door.

It was raining hard when I left, the soaking wet poncho made it easy for me to rub the stiff cock inside my trousers. With weekend leave and a wet night the barracks seemed almost empty. I could see the Store outside light was on but it, like everything else looked deserted.

Just as I was about to knock I stopped myself - I had to think this through. I liked the Army, I could see a future here and I didn't wanna blow it. My dad was in the services until two years back and my sister was in her second year in the air force. I'm from an defence force family and although I wasn't ashamed of my private 'other' side I didn't want it to jeopodise my career. I knew a guys sex drive could fuck up the progression through the ranks if he wasn't careful where he put his dick.

And Lance Corporal Rollins, he was pure Army, having joined in his teens I'd heard he was a Lance Corporal only because it was embarresing for command to have a 28 year old Private around the place. The army loved mad bastards who fell into line but Rollins was more just a mad bastard, my dad always said that mad bastards were great in combat but in the peace time army they were hard to contain. Rollin's wasn't a guy for civvy life, someone told me he left the barracks to go to either the local pub or to go fuck some woman he knew in town, aside from that he stayed put doing his driving for the supply controllers. I heard Rollins once, telling some other guy in the Store how he was "goin' up town to get a leg over me favourite slag".

With rain still pouring down I got the vision of Rollins naked body 'gettin' his leg over' - I could picture those heavy clumsy thighs spreading wide as he straddled the womans body, those arse cheeks of his spreading slightly as he got into position over her fat heaving body.

What the fuck, I was goin' in! Splashing in a damn deep puddle I went to the door and knocked.

"Lutz mate, took ya' fuckin' time"

"Sorry"

Rollins was bare foot and wearing only fatigues and a T-shirt.

"Ya hard?"

He reached up under the dripping poncho and pushed his band onto my crotch.

"Ya dirty bastard" he leered.

Without turning on any lights we stumbled down to the rear of the store. Opening a door he lead me into what looked like an unused break room. Empty except for a tarp covered old couch and a large heavy coffee table I noticed the blinds had been drawn shut and as soon as I was through the door Rollins locked it.

Rollins didn't hold back, he'd starting stripping off straight away. I noticed he wasn't wearing any briefs under his fatiques, folding them and the t-shirt neatly he then dropped back naked onto the couch. He had a good body, the kind I liked. Around 5'10", solid build with heavy wide shoulders. His hair was a number two crop I guessed and as my eyes met his for a second I saw that mad glint in em'. He saw me checking out the few tattoo's on his body but as if to get my brain focussed he gripped his meaty cock and waived at me.

"C'mon Lutz stop fuckin' around. Get naked."

I lifted the poncho over my head and threw it into the corner, luckily I was wearing loafers that I could just kick off my feet, my jumper fatigues, trousers and t-shirt I was gonna fold but as I felt the warm air of the room and the hot gaze from Rollins on my body I ended up just droppin em' in a pile. Standing there naked except for my socks I copied his lead and waived my rigid cock at him.

My skin was darker than Rollins but build wise I was happy with what I got, the basic training had got rid of most of the puppy fat I still had up until last year but now aside from my chubby looking face I was a good solid young bloke. I'd be growing a moustache to make myself look older, it was a bum fluff looking thing but I was proud of it. My cock I liked, when it was aroused it was fuckin stiff as, and the cut head had a good looking shape, it was under 7" erect but that didn't worry me.

Rollins reached over and patted the coffee table.

"Sit ere'.

Sitting down close to him my cock jutted up from my lap.

"Open ya' legs Private Lutz. You want your cock sucked?"

"Oh yeah"

Rollins cupped his hand under my balls then leaning over opened his mouth wide over my cock head then lowering himself down didn't let it touch the inside of his cheeks until I felt the tip touch lightly against the warm wet back of his throat. Then he clamped his mouth firmly on my shaft and began to slowly bob his head up and down. Squeezing the coarse hair of his head I guided it up and down on my shaft, the squelching slurp of his spit heated the heady arousal in my brain.